another morning
my alarms clock’s warning
the ceiling’s cracked
and the rain is pouring
in my coffee cup
as I get the courage up
I drag a comb across
my thinning hair and
try to energize my vacant stare
and try to find a way
just to face another day

the world is hard
and it’s cold outside
there’s another ticket
on the car I drive
and I’m late again
for my nine-to-five
I sometimes wonder
why I’m still alive

in another time
another place
I just might stand up tall
and win the race
with a few more dimes
a younger face
I could just take it all
and enjoy the taste

the hour’s late
and it’s getting hot
as I sit alone
in the parking lot
I put a bullet
in the gun I bought
and realize that
my chance is shot